Recovering from falconer error

Cisco came in at a hefty 920 body weight. It was cool and sunny. Early on I second-guessed him after he watched a couple of squirrels before following. Too high, I thought. I was wrong. Most of the time when I second-guess Cisco I'm wrong. Within a minute or two Cisco had a squirrel pinned on the side of a tree. He neatly pulled it off and dropped straight down into a big grove of palmetto. Crash! Unfortunately, palmetto can be loud; his austringer ran in to help him. When I hit the palmetto, it sounded like a cannon going off and a squirrel was gone.. Cisco didn't want me to feel bad so he went back to hunting. It was a little slow for a few minutes but pretty soon he peeled off another. This time he glided off about 100 ft instead of dropping into the palmetto.

Arnold helped. He was pretty good today. He got a small squirrel tidbit to eat. All is good.

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Not a bad outing

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